I’m still afraid of the dark, because I know monsters exist. I hide who I am, because almost no one is excepting. I wear long sleeves to hide the awful reminder. Are you sure you want to know who I am? I may look happy but if you look at my eyes you’ll see that my smile is a lie. I want to trust you, but there are so many lies that you need the truth to, and you don’t have the time. How are you suppose to learn all my secrets if you don’t have the time to see through my lies. For a blue-eyed demon it sure seems like you have white wings.